Time flies,

At the beginning, a young child grew up and went to junior high school.

At this time, the child began to rebel and often acted against his father.

Every time, I made my father angry enough.

My father's temples have begun to have gray hair, and his body has lost some weight.

When he learned that the child was absent from school and jumped over the wall, the father rushed to the school, and the teacher sharply blamed the father for not disciplining the child strictly, and the school was ready to expel the child.

The father bent down again and again to apologize, and in front of the teachers and school leaders, he was humbled to the dust.

The father who was high-spirited and resolute in the workplace bent down at this moment.

When he got home, the father loudly questioned why the child was skipping school.

The child refuted his father angrily and went out of the door directly, the father's angry body shook and sat down on the sofa, and the mother was distressed to his father.

Ten years later, the child has grown up and become the father of the year, even better than his father.

The child moved out and started to be busy with his career, and he didn't even have time to go home for the New Year's holiday.

That year, the mother died, and the father cried like a child.

My father's hair was half white, and since my mother's death, my father often sat alone in an empty house, quietly waiting for his children to come home.

In the evening, I will cook a table of dishes, set up three pairs of dishes and chopsticks, and wait for my son to come back with his girlfriend for dinner.

But the son had to work overtime, and a phone call told his father that he would not go back tonight.

After a few more years, the child has a successful career and a family, and for the sake of the career, the child goes to work in other places.

The old father's eyes were no longer bright, and his vision was blurry.

But he still often sat at the door downstairs, hoping to see the child walk in through the door, and sit all day.

Later, my father died of illness.

The next day, I was found by a neighbor that my body was cold.

When the child rushed home with bloodshot eyes, the father was already lying quietly in the coffin.

The child didn't even catch up with his father's last face.

The child is now a talent, in a suit and leather shoes, which is exactly the same as his father back then.

The father was buried, and the son in his thirties held the picture of his father, knelt in front of the tombstone, and cried heartbreakingly, like a child.

He suddenly remembered that since he was a child, his father was like a pillar, supporting the whole family with his wide palms.

propped up his life.

But now, he no longer has a father.....

......

"Am I your pride?"

"Are you still worried about me?"

"Your Concerned Child"

"Grow up"

"Thanks for having you along the way...."

The end of the song.

All present were in tears.

Shen Zike couldn't cry.

Liu Xing felt that his cheeks were cold, and when he reached out and touched it, tears had already wet his entire face.

He was really moved by Zhuang Yan's song.

He suddenly wanted to call his parents, he hadn't been home for two years, and he didn't know how their parents were doing.

Liu Xing made a decision in his heart.

After filming this movie in his hand, he wants to give himself a month off and go home to accompany his parents!

He's been absent from too many times when his parents need him!

"Woo woo woo woo ....."

"I miss my dad so much...."

Shen Zike's crying eyes were swollen like walnuts, his face was also red, and his voice was hoarse.

The songs stopped, but she still couldn't stop crying.

"Woo, big brother, you're so annoying!"

"This song is just tear-jerking!"

"I miss my parents......"

Liao Minghui has been working for so many years, but he has never contacted his parents, and he doesn't know if his parents' hair has turned gray.

He clenched the phone in his hand, sniffed hard, stood up, and walked out of the house.

Zhuang Yan's song made him instantly let go of the mustard that he had been doing for many years, and he suddenly figured it out.

No matter how many things he disagrees with his parents, the blood relationship on his body is constant, and he is the child of his parents no matter what.

Over the years, he has been too unfilial.

He had to call his parents immediately, ask for their forgiveness, and tell them what he was thinking!

Well!

Thank you!

Zhuang Yan!

He finally figured it out!

Outside the house, Liao Jie skillfully typed his mother's phone number.

"Doot toot..."

After a beep, the phone was connected.

"Hey, who's that?"

A gentle, somewhat old female voice came from the phone.

Liao Jie's breath was suffocated.

Lips trembled.

“...... Mom...."

When the other party was impatiently about to hang up the phone, Liao Jie finally spoke.

There was no sound on the other end of the phone for a while,

The next moment, Liao Jie clearly heard the sound of the cup falling to the ground and shattering.

He shouted worriedly, "Mom! what's wrong with you!?"

"Jer...."

"Is it Jer?"

The woman's voice was a little hoarse, and she asked hastily, in a very nervous tone.

Liao Jie seemed to be able to see the picture of his mother holding the phone anxiously in front of him.

At this moment,

The emotions that had just been cleaned up collapsed instantly,

"Mom...."

"It's me... It's me.. Mom.."

Liao Jie's voice choked, and the mustard that had been going on for many years seemed to have dissolved in an instant at this moment.

The woman also cried, and the woman shouted loudly to the busy man, "Old man, come on!

Then I heard a rush of footsteps, and the cautious voice of a man came from the other end of the phone.

"Dad!"

.....

"Lao Liao called his parents, woo woo!"

"I'm going to call my parents, too! I haven't heard them in a long time!"

Sun Yizhou's eyes were red, and he kept wiping his nose with a tissue.

Jiang Lou wiped away a handful of old tears.

"Zhuang Yan, you ..... this song"

"It's really good...."

At this moment, there seems to be no adjective to describe this song,

The tears of everyone present are the greatest recognition of this song!

Zhuang Yan's mood suddenly became very depressed, and after the song was sung, he didn't come out of that sadness for a long time, and he still closed his eyes.

"Zhuang Yan...."

Liu Xing's voice trembled slightly,

This time, he was deeply impressed by Zhuang Yan's ability to compose.

"I'm sorry!"

He solemnly apologized to Zhuang Yan.

Zhuang Yan opened his eyes and stood up,

"I'm sorry, I'll go back to my room first. ”

At this moment, he needs to be alone and quiet.

This song, Zhuang Yan sang it with enough emotion, causing the softest part of his heart to be touched, and he couldn't slow down for a long time.

He is not in a good state at this time to stay under the camera.

After speaking, Zhuang Yan left.

Everyone present was deeply affected by the emotion of the song.

They unanimously looked at Zhuang Yan's departing back.

At this moment, they felt Zhuang Yan's sad emotions at the same time.

And that loneliness.

"Zhuang Yan ......"

"It's like a swordsman walking alone in the rivers and lakes, without any worries, but lonely ....."

"I can't control myself, woo woo"

After sitting for a while, the others went back to their rooms.